musings 350

my posts are just storehouses, and in some instances, showcases for my thoughts..

I understand that most people use social media to exchange pleasantries, nurture friendships, to have some nice merriment and so on..

But I do not require any of these even in small dosages.. So I am rather odd..

But people like me too have to live, is it not?

Of course, there was an initial period of merrymaking, even for a morose person like me in Facebook some eight years ago,, and in orkut almost a dozens years ago..

But I got bored of patting backs and canvassing pats on my back..

( I feel like being sick when I read some people openly canvas "like"s)

Normally I do not tag anyone, and I am even revisiting my posts only because someone would have commented on it.. and ignoring it is equal to being rude..

I am not a friend maker, but then I am not rude either..

These thoughts were triggered when I saw some persons, some of whom I can term even as friends,, were ruminating over the old times, and suggesting reconstructions of the old atmosphere..

I would have loved to be a part of such things, but I have long ago given up wearing multicolored conic cap with a fluffy ball on the top of my head and pasting another ball on the tip of my All